(Sing as if it was wheels on the bus)

The fists on this kid go: BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM
The fists on this kid go: BAM BAM BAM, all through the hood
The shuffle of his feet go: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
The shuffle of his feet go: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, all through the hood
When the girls speak of him they go: SWAG SWAG SWAG, SWAG SWAG SWAG, SWAG SWAG SWAG
When the girls speak of him they go: SWAG SWAG SWAG, all through the hood

You know how it goes, yea, the life of the streets
Bullets fly like planes, and it’s all that we see
Nighttime we pray to God, asking him please
But the Devil checks his list, like the Nike Swish
And we at our ends, like can this really be it
But hold up little man, I’ll tell ya how to be better
Don’t drink, don’t smoke and get you mind out of the gutter
Fellas’ll show respect, and the ladies’ll love ya
You can give them your name, but never give ‘em ya number

The fists on this kid go: BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM
The fists on this kid go: BAM BAM BAM, all through the hood
The shuffle of his feet go: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
The shuffle of his feet go: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, all through the hood
When the girls speak of him they go: SWAG SWAG SWAG, SWAG SWAG SWAG, SWAG SWAG SWAG
When the girls speak of him they go: SWAG SWAG SWAG, all through the hood

But hold on wait a minute, let me talk to the girls
Hair in pig tails, and the one the ones with curls
Try not to follow the wrong path, or life will twirl
You may think he’s the one, but he may just be a dud
So he may have Bentley, but look at the crib, empty
Wanted a man who’s caring, look at the boy, stingy
Love a man who’s smart, look at him clueless
Saying he can, but he don’t know how to do it
You stay looking at him, you should look at the kool kid

The fists on this kid go: BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM
The fists on this kid go: BAM BAM BAM, all through the hood
The shuffle of his feet go: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK
The shuffle of his feet go: SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, all through the hood
When the girls speak of him they go: SWAG SWAG SWAG, SWAG SWAG SWAG, SWAG SWAG SWAG
When the girls speak of him they go: SWAG SWAG SWAG, all through the hood

Life isn’t a joke, and neither is jail
You smell hard, cause rocks you sell
You got life, now you just rot in a cell
You used to be about grills and chains
Now you locked behind a grill and chained
But it doesn’t have to be this, you can change
Just look to the sky and call His name
Cause He did more than heal blinds and maims
He gave fame to those with lame names

And my name is Kelly….